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A child's voice was heard in the woods by a dwarven mining team
returning from an expedition. They carefully looked into the mysterious noise to see the disturbing visage of an abandoned drow child...This drow had a hint of gold in his skin, shimmering green eyes, dark hair, and was larger than the typical elf...much larger. The dwarves were faced with a dilemma...kill the drow? Take the drow in as their own?
Many days, and painstaking hours of heated debates left them with the conclusion that there was only one possible route-take the babe in as their own; a dwarven child. Raziel was taught the ways of the dwarven clans: Pride, Vigilance, and most of all: Honor. Raziel's lessons often lasted days, and his thirst for knowledge never diminished. He was the top student of the schools at which he attended, and more often than not was the arms champion of the youth division. Life was good for Raziel, he lived with dwarves, never cold, nor hungry...but always troubled. Why was he different? Why did he receive dirty looks from humans and surface elves when they made their frequent visits to his home? Why did he have the feeling that he was always being watched...more than that...judged. The stress of these questions soon took its toll on Raziel. He asked his teachers why he was different. He researched his heritage. He looked into his past... He found a shadow. A shadow that threatened his very way of life. He decided that he had to leave his home and find his true self, not the dwarven forged self he donned for so long. Raziel packed his meager belongings, his prized longsword: Maelstrom, Appropriately named for the swirling design of magically forged mithril that was the hilt of the magnificent weapon. Raziel began a journey into the vast unknown, a journey into himself. Months had past, and still Raziel did not know himself. He knew there was a certain aspect of his being found on the woods on the surface that was unheard-of. Still, he wondered why. He came upon a town called Candlekeep...a town that possessed the knowledge of a million minds...his tireless search led him here. He searched the entire library of Candlekeep for the information he needed...Then the townsfolk became worried. Word of an oversized drow spread quickly, and the folk were not happy with the idea of a drow attack. The mayor of Candlekeep asked Raziel to leave the town immediately. Raziel became infuriated! He ransacked the library, his eyes glew with all the fires of all the nine hells, his voice became shrill as he made his vow: "I have seen my past, I know my future, so command the gods." The book he was reading at the time of the mayor's arrival was one entitled: "The Harbinger of Death". It told of a strange child to be found within a cave in the wilderness, one of both elven and Northern-Barbarian blood, in a poem: "The child of both Grace and Power, Gold and Ebony Will be found within the great stone wall The green-eyed child will be raised where the sun shines not His soul will find temporary peace there But this child will be enslaved by the will of his half brother: The embodiment of all the evils of The Nine-Hells, Only the death of Sarevok will turn his tainted soul to its true good." Raziel was on his way out the castle doors when a cloaked figure approached him, claiming to have the ability to help him. Raziel agreed to allow the man named Gorion to aid him in his quest to vanquish his evil half brother Sarevok. Raziel's body was beginning to change...into that of a demon, only the strong magic of Gorion prevented the further loss of his body. At one point of the journey, Gorion was cut down by Saverok...this put Raziel over the edge of the little sanity he still possessed. His fury sent him into a blind rage that battled Saverok's power of possessing his soul. But this rage took its toll, Raziel began cutting down all that stood in his way, of slaying the evil one, His brother: Sarevok. |
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